[text to: Darling Hunter] It was a lovely night three months ago. I think you should come home and take control of me.
[Text to Summer] Do what now? 😉
[text to: Darling Hunter] Come home and order me around. Make me your little slave.
[Text to Summer] Gladly, be there in 15
Victor was at his car and peeling out of his driveway in seconds, forsaking all attempts to move at a normal, human speed at this point. His Summer had made a request, and really, who was he to deny such a request?
Well, /that/ got a reaction. She grinned at the phone. It might make things like that easier if they just moved in together, but maybe six months was rushing it. A little.
She sauntered over and unlocked the door, then settled back down in her chair to wait. When he got out of the car, then she’d kneel on the floor and be properly humble. Not before. Theirs didn’t work that way.
As promised, Victor arrived in exactly 15 minutes. Whatever he was, he was most certainly punctual. His Audi’s engine growled as he drove up the driveway, then cut off once he’d reached the end. He was dressed in his usual tie, dress shirt and pants with his flat cap. A quick press of a button and his car beeped as it locked while he knocked then turned the knob of the door, expecting it to be open but wanting to give her a heads up that he was there. Victor opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him and casting a smile at Summer.
Summer slid to the floor and composed her hands in her lap as soon as she heard the car door close. She shivered a little under excitement and the lash of his anticipation, then looked up to meet his eyes. Yep, his hair still looked like he’d lost a fight with Storm. She smothered a smile. “Hey.”